The Point of It All

You know that feeling when everything seems to go against your will and your desire? Like everything is piling up to tell you to stop but you keep going because you think things will get better? Do you also know that feeling when you feel like you've reached the point where you can't go any further because you've done all you can and still, nothing happens? Like every little thing adds to the feeling of "I can't do this anymore!" and/or "I'm so tired of this!" That feeling that makes your stomach twist, not because of the good 'butterflies' kinda feeling, but the bad 'I'm so anxious [and the Genuwine 'So Anxious' either] that I detest you' kinda feeling? That bad feeling that takes over all that's ever been good, to the point where you can't even remember the goodness of it? That feeling that makes your chest hurt, not because it feels so full of love, but so full of hurt and anger and sadness, like "WHY did this happen? WHEN did this happen? HOW did this happen? WHAT happened?"

Why does it seem like it's so much easier to talk about the pain than the good? And why does it seem so much easier to get to the hurt than reach the love?